My stomach tightened as several buckles clicked into place.
The safety check echoed emptily in my ears, a collection of sounds completely failing to register through the fear.
“Ok, over you go.”
I clambered slowly over the thin wire fence, balancing awkwardly on the few inches of metal platform that was the last remaining barrier before a 200 foot drop into the rocky stream below.
Disjointed thoughts flashed through my brain as the countdown begun.
“This must look ridiculous.”
A grown man, standing on a metal ledge above a shallow river dressed in nothing but a green cotton school dress and a pair of running shoes. The harness was cinched tightly around my groin, providing additional information that nobody required.
“I hope the photos turn out ok.”
Yes, because that’s obviously the most important thing to be concerned about just before you throw yourself off a bridge. The quality of the ensuing photos.
“What the hell am I doing?”
Finally a rational thought. Too little, too late.
The hands on my shoulders gave me a gentle push and I launched myself out into the void, a terrified scream being torn from my lips as I plummeted towards the rocks.
The things we do for a good cause, hey?